You wake up beside her again, same as yesterday, same as the day before that - except she doesn’t remember your face. Not your name, not the way her legs wrapped around you last night, not the promises whispered against her ear. Every morning, she’s new. Blank. Soft. The game makes you feel like a bastard just for thinking about it, but then it tempts you harder - because who’s gonna stop you when she forgets every touch by sunrise? It’s dirty in that way that crawls under your skin and stays there, even when you pretend you’re just “testing different routes.” Sure. That’s what I told myself too.

Then her twin moves in, and things twist tighter. She looks at you with that same mouth, same body, but she remembers everything. There’s jealousy hiding under her polite smile. The kind that says she’s thought about you when she shouldn’t. Her hand brushes yours in the kitchen - accidentally, of course - and the screen flickers because the damn render bug still isn’t fixed. Doesn’t matter. You can almost feel her breath anyway. Later, when she knocks on your door at night, wearing nothing but guilt and a thin shirt, you’ll swear the devs coded temptation into the mouse cursor itself.

The corruption route hits hardest. Not because it’s the dirtiest (though, yeah, it is), but because it tricks you into believing you’re still the good guy. You watch her sister sneak into your bed, watch the girlfriend forget, watch yourself become someone you don’t recognize. There’s voyeurism baked right into the story structure - half the time you’re spying on your own conscience. The sex scenes aren’t shy: lips, fingers, wet sounds, the whole mess of it. Yet somehow it’s the morning after that feels filthiest, when she smiles at you like a stranger again. The game doesn’t punish you for cheating - it lets you drown in it. And maybe that’s worse.

This one feels like some horny soap opera where the writer got way too invested in the “I’d do anything for love” line and then just kept asking “ok but how far, exactly?” You play this dude who is clearly a simp for the main girl, except the game never calls him that, it just acts like his obsession is pure romance while he is constantly staring at her tits and imagining how her ass would look bouncing on his lap. And everyone around him is somehow hot. Big boobs everywhere, big asses squeezed into tight clothes, and the camera basically behaves like a creep with a zoom fetish. If you like feeling like some invisible perv who always happens to be at the right angle when a towel slips or a skirt rides up, it is exactly that. Half the time nothing “big” is happening, it is just him watching, imagining, jerking off later while replaying it in his head, and the game lets you stay inside that kind of nasty loop.

The kinetic novel format makes it very passive, which cuts both ways. On one side, you can lean back and just let the story push you through all the teasing and then the full-on fucking scenes without worrying about choices. On the other side, if you start feeling weird about consent stuff, you have no way to fix it. And I did feel weird sometimes. There are a lot of moments where these girls clearly do not fully understand that the guy is basically building a harem around himself, and the story frames it as romantic devotion. He “wants to protect them”, but then the camera zooms in on their lips while they sleep and you sit there like, okay man, protector, sure. That part gets under my skin a bit, because the women are written like they’re into it, but the build-up skips over proper boundaries a lot. In a real relationship I would call that manipulative as fuck. Here it is dressed as destiny. And yes, it is hot when one of the girls kneels down, unzips him, and slowly takes him in her mouth after all that build-up, spit shining his cock until you can see the shine on the model, but at the same time my brain is like “wait, did she actually get to choose this or did the story force her because of ‘love’?” That conflict never really goes away. The game acts like consent is automatic once someone is “in love”, and that is some classic adult game bullshit that people pretend is fine because pixels are not real women. Which is technically true, but still, we train our fantasies too, you know?

Sex-wise it is not shy at all. When it finally stops playing coy, you get full pussy shots, thick cum dripping out after he pushes in deep and finishes inside, creampie that oozes down her folds, the guy grabbing a handful of ass while he pounds her from behind. There is always this focus on penetration and filling her up, like he is trying to claim them with his load. The scenes where the MC just loses control and rams into her while her tits bounce in rhythm are the ones where the 3D really pays off, because you can see the skin jiggle, the thighs pressing together, the little details like her toes curling when she comes. You even get those quiet moments where he is alone, jerking off to what he saw earlier, cum splashing on his stomach while he whispers her name, which actually feels kind of honest. I wish they spent that same honesty on how the women negotiate sex with him, but they do not. They just melt. There is one thing that annoyed me and I cannot stop thinking about it: every time a girl is undressing, the camera lingers on the exact same body angle like the dev only had one favorite pose, and it started bugging me for no real reason. Anyway, if your kink leans into voyeur stuff, big bodies, and that whole “I’ll fuck them all because they all need me” power fantasy, it hits hard, but as an ethics nerd, I kept thinking how easy it would be to make the same scenes just as horny while letting the women say a real yes instead of the story handing it to the guy like a reward. Maybe that is not what this game wants to be though.

Katy didn’t plan to end up surrounded by horny girls in tight uniforms, but that’s exactly where she lands - a pristine academy that looks innocent until you realize every hallway hides someone’s dirty secret. She’s supposed to blend in, keep her little “extra” part a secret, but the game doesn’t really let you stay quiet for long. You start with harmless stuff - chatting, exploring the dorms, helping classmates with “projects” - and before you know it, someone’s bending over a desk, and you’re wondering if you should stop or push a little further. The writing’s cheeky in that way: it teases you, then drops you into something filthy before you can think twice. It’s not subtle, but it doesn’t need to be.

What makes it weirdly addictive is how casual everything feels. You’re just living a day, checking your phone, picking what to do next, and suddenly you’re watching two girls making out behind the gym while pretending to study. There’s a voyeur vibe, but also this trainer-like loop where you shape Katy’s reputation - saint, slut, or both. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s just hot. The corruption part sneaks up on you; one moment she’s shy, the next she’s spanking her roommate for “discipline practice.” It’s messy, inconsistent, and that’s what makes it feel alive. The sandbox part gives you freedom, but it also means you’ll waste time doing dumb stuff like walking across campus just to peek through a window. Worth it though.

The art? Yeah, the girls look good - soft skin, big tits, that glossy anime sheen that makes you stare too long. But it’s the little things that stick: the sound of a zipper, the blush when someone realizes what Katy’s packing, the way control slips away during a scene. It’s horny, sure, but also kind of funny how everyone pretends it’s normal. Maybe it is, in this place. Maybe that’s the point.

Heated Hashtag feels like someone mashed together OnlyFans, horny Twitter and a horny dorm where every door is just slightly open if you dare to peek. You play this guy who starts out kinda normal, more lurker than star, scrolling through spicy profiles and thirst traps, then little by little the story shoves him right into the center of the exhibition circus. At first you’re just watching clips, liking stuff you really shouldn’t like from people you probably shouldn’t even know. Then suddenly you’re the one holding the phone, recording a girl with ridiculous tits bouncing in your lap while she pretends it’s “just for her private folder”. Sure. And then the notifications start blowing up inside the story and you realise the whole thing is basically one long horny feedback loop: someone posts, someone watches, someone masturbates, and everyone starts pushing limits because attention feels as good as any orgasm.

The sex itself ramps up fast but in a sneaky way. One scene you’re just “helping” a shy girl set up her OnlyGram profile, messing with lighting, trying to act professional while she slowly loses more clothing than she planned. She’s blushing, you’re trying to not stare at her huge ass sticking out of this stupid tiny skirt, and then, boom, she’s on her knees with your cock in her mouth, worried about camera angle while drool runs down her chin. Later you’re balls deep between those massive tits, lube and spit everywhere, and she’s asking if the algorithm likes creamy finishes, so of course you end up painting her face and tits and the game freezes that sticky frame like it’s a thumbnail. There’s a club scene where everyone pretends they’re just having drinks, but half the fun is the “who’s recording who” vibe. You’re looking across the room, some dude is railing a thick chick from behind against a balcony rail, she’s trying to stay quiet, and then your own girl grinds back on you, whispering that you should pull your phone out and film her while she gets fucked too. It gets messed up when monster girl stuff slides in without ceremony: you’re watching what looks like some cosplay stream, then her tail wraps around your waist, she turns around with fangs and a grin, and suddenly that anal shot is not exactly human anymore. The game loves creampies like Instagram loves food pics; one route has you finish deep inside a girl on camera, and while she’s still shaking, a notification pops that the clip is “trending” and she moans harder from that than from the actual dick. It’s also kinda funny, in a sad way, how often the guy is jerking off alone to clips of people he literally just fucked, like the story knows masturbation after a wild night hits different. Some AI-generated CG slips in and you can feel it, faces a bit too smooth, bodies a bit too perfect, but it weirdly fits this vibe of fake-online-sex meets real sweat and messy cum. By the time you’re watching a couple trade partners while the “main” girl talks about follower goals with a cock halfway in her ass, you sort of forget where the line between voyeur, performer and addict even was. And then the game pretends that’s totally normal.